According to my son, my faux little free library went out of commission in April this year. I cannot seem to remember these little things. It was held up by two keyring hooks attached to an I.V. pole. My Mother one time had a nurse come to the house to administer some fluid injection and when the work was done we were left with two I.V. poles, one of which became the support for my faux lfl. I think one time I had too many books in the milk crate and the wind was strong, the hooks, or at least one, got twisted out of shape. Somehow I never have the time to fix it, until recently, some four months later. This time I use zip ties and so far the lfl is holding up. Come patronize, take a book, share a book. On Bay 40th Street in Brooklyn NY, near 86th Street. I still have the cello-shaped magazine rack that also serves as an lfl. It is chained to the fence with a lock but this past weekend I found it laying face down, luckily still chained. Someone either wanted to take it for their use, or just want a piece of metal to sell to some junkyard. Sad, that is why we cannot have nice things.
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